Alright, this chapter is for Ben first off and I can't believe that it is actually going to work rather nicely into my story too.
Please read and review!
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Chapter 7: What About Me?
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were on their way down to the dungeons for their first class of the week, Potions with Snape and his glorious Slytherins. They stood by the door and Hermione shifted her bag slightly, little did she know that it had hit a seventh year Slytherin prefect, walking past. The boy turned around sharply and glared at the bushy haired Gryffindor. "Want to say sorry, you little mudblood? How dare you or any of your things touch me."
Ron turned bright red and was ready to take on the offending Slytherin, but Harry had beat him to it. "What did you call her? It was an accident, you ignorant fool."
The Slytherin Prefect turned on Harry, "I can call her what I wish, you got that, scarhead?" The Slytherin's brown eyes bore right into Harry, just trying to provoke him.
Ron and Hermione could not pull Harry back before he threw the first punch, right on the Slytherin's nose. "You punch like my sister, Potter, actually she punches harder." The Slytherin punched Harry right on the bridge of his nose, knocking his glasses clean off of his face, which the Slytherin promptly crushed with one of his shoes. Harry came toward his dazed and confused, he tried to tackle the prefect but it failed. The Prefect pushed back on Harry and slammed him on one of the dungeon walls. "You give up Potter, or are we to do this properly, with wands next?"
Harry stumbled up on to his feet and wiped the blood from his broken nose, just about that time a dark figured appeared from the classroom. "What is going on here? Kreshtool, explain, now." Snape glared at the bloody Harry Potter before looking at his Prefect, who seemed untouched.
"Well, sir, Potter here came at me and I was only defending myself from him." The Slytherin Prefect adjusted his robes and looked confidently at his Head of House.
"Potter, that will be 50 points from Gryffindor and a detention for attacking a school Prefect. Now, Potter get out of my sight before you ruin my classroom with blood stains. Kreshtool, good work, 30 points to Slytherin, now get going to class, please explain to Professor Flitwick that I needed a word with you." The Slytherin Prefect nodded and headed off towards his Charms lesson. "What are the rest of you waiting for? Get in before I give the lot of you detentions."
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Harry came into Snape's office two days later for his detention, "Potter, you are to scrub all of the cauldrons over there. I want them spotless, no wand either." Harry looked at his professor and nodded. "Well get to it instead of nodding at me like some mindless idiot." Harry went over to the cauldrons and began scrubbing, as Snape sat down at his desk and continued to grade papers.
Harry had just gotten into a rhythm when Snape finished grading papers and decided to inspect his work. Just as he picked up the first cauldron, a woman walked into the room and made Harry drop the cauldron he was cleaning. She looked at Harry then at Professor Snape. "Severus, I was just wondering...oh. Never mind, I pity you boy, he can be such a hard ass about cleaning sometimes. See ya later." Her southern American accent shocked Harry, he quickly glanced to Professor Snape, who was attentively watching her leave and go into his chambers.
"Finish that cauldron, Potter and you can leave. Don't tell anyone of what you saw. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry finished up that cauldron and headed back to the Gryffindor common room, to inform Ron and Hermione of what he had seen, this was one instance where he had to tell somebody.
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Snape walked into his chambers to find Bridget and Jack, fast asleep in his four-poster bed. He mumbled to himself, "So not as secret as I had hoped," before crawling into the bed with them.
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A/N: Sorry that it is so short but there is more to come. Plot bunnies are arriving shortly, I promise.
